When the Walls Fall — Finding God’s Mercy in the Rubble

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It Finally Happened—My Book Is Out in the World

It finally happened. My book is published.

And can I be honest? This moment doesn’t look like I thought it would.

When The Cost of Her Crown arrived in the mail, fresh off the press, my name on the cover in bold letters, I thought I’d be flooded with pride. I imagined confidence. Relief. A sense of arrival.

Instead, what I felt was fear. Anxiety. A million questions running through my head:What if people misunderstand me?What if I said too much—or not enough?What if I poured out my heart and no one cared?

The truth is, this book wasn’t written from a polished place. It wasn’t born on the mountaintop with everything neat and figured out. It was written in the valley—through tears, mistakes, and desperate prayers that sounded more like, “God, I don’t get it. Show me.”

A Story That Costs Something

I’ve always been the strong one. At least, that’s the story I told myself. Brave. Tough. A fighter.

But writing this book forced me to peel back layers I had carefully built up over the years. And you know what I found? That what I had labeled bravery was often just fear. What I had called strength was really survival.

The woman I thought was holding it all together was, in truth, struggling to keep her head above water.

And I don’t think I’m the only one.

So many women have been told that independence is the badge of honor we should wear—that proving we don’t need help makes us strong. We hustle, we overextend, we ignore the warning signs, all while convincing ourselves we’re thriving.

But underneath? We’re depleted. Our families are fractured. Our souls are exhausted.

That’s the real cost. And it’s what this book is all about.

The Crown We Weren’t Made to Wear

The title, The Cost of Her Crown, comes from my own journey of wearing crowns that weren’t mine. Crowns of control. Crowns of “I’ve got this.” Crowns that sparkled in the light of culture but were never designed by God.

And those crowns? They were heavy. They left me tired, ashamed, and distant from the life God intended.

This book is not a finger-pointing manifesto—it’s a mirror. A mirror I had to look into myself. And it’s one I want to hold up for other women who, like me, have believed the lie that stepping outside of God’s design won’t cost us anything.

Spoiler alert: it always costs something.

Why I Wrote It

I didn’t write this book as someone who got it right. I wrote it as someone who ignored red flags, believed cultural lies, and lived out the fallout.

But I also wrote it as someone who encountered grace. Because while rebellion carries a price tag, redemption is still possible. God doesn’t leave us stuck in our mess. He rebuilds what we’ve wrecked.

And that’s the hope threaded through every chapter.

What I Hope for You

If you pick up The Cost of Her Crown, my prayer is that it does more than just give you something to read. I hope it feels like sitting across the table from a friend. I hope it helps you peel back the layers you’ve built up, and that in the process, you’ll start to see yourself not just as you thought you were, but as God says you are.

Because this book isn’t just my story—it’s ours.